For all the questions Rykard had about this situation, he knew two things. One was when a submissive with attitude was testing her potential Master for his dominance. Two was what to do when one was tested like this. He already had her in the palm of his hand, but why compromise the mood with questions?

  The gothic sex sve gasped in anticipation, when he pulled her towards his cock. Bck lips enveloped the head of his cock. He pushed further, until the boured breathing of the excited cocksleeve was ended by his cock sliding into her throat. Her tongue vished every centimetre of his manhood as it glided along.

  Tess’ pillowy lips met the base of his cock and formed a tight seal. So tight, in fact, that she created depraved slurping noises in her efforts to suck him off. Laughing deeply, Rykard put one leg around her head, locking her in position.

  ‘I know a hyper-masochistic slut when I see one,’ Rykard thought. ‘Not that it takes a lot of skill to figure it out for this one.’

  Cock stuffing her throat, all access to air blocked, Tess was the image of ecstasy. Eyelids fluttered, blue pupils rolled up, and her voluptuous curves trembled repeatedly. She was about to get off on the asphyxiation, there was no doubt about it. Rykard tensed the embrace of his crossed legs around her head until her cheeks were squished between his thighs. A cocksleeve locked in position.

  “Like moths to the fme, repressed submissive virgins find their way to me,” Rykard said, his tone theatrically menting. For a brief moment, Tess’ eyes managed to focus on him again. “How do I know? For the same reason you decided to come to me of all people: owner and property always find each other.” An intense moan vibrated around Rykard’s cock.

  The orgasm was now rolling through Tess. Keeping her hands behind her back and her face glued to his crotch, she was the textbook definition of a submissive’s posture. One of the giveaways of her state of retive innocence: everything about her behaviour so far had been that of a submissive that hoped to get used like they did in good smut. Good for her, then, that Rykard was a Master straight out of such books.

  “Now, do I want to keep you around?” The dom’s lips curled into a sadistic grin. “I have so much choice already. Maybe I don’t need a rogue that sneaks into my bedroom uninvited.”

  Tess was still cumming. If she heard his spoken thoughts, then she was too busy riding out the pleasure they gave her to act against the implication. Rykard kept her pinned, waiting for her superhuman physique to reach its limits. The fluttering of her eyelids went from purely ecstatic to a struggle to stay conscious and even more ecstatic. Her first climax had since been turned into a second.

  “You’re entertaining enough for now,” Rykard decided and finally loosened his legs. Even given the option to escape, Tess remained right where she was. The sadistic grin turned even wider. “You’d really pass out before you stop serving your chosen Master, mhm? You do know how to impress.”

  Fun as it was to make women almost pass out from choking on cock, he dragged her up just before she could actually shut down. The toned goth coughed and heaved, the instincts of her body kicking back in. With air came a renewal of her senses. Adrenaline pounded through her system. The submissive was high on it. Her cunt dripped constantly.

  “Tshanksh for giving me tshe cshanche to be your sheleeeeve,” Tess slurred.

  Rykard could no longer hold back the compliment, he had to say it. “What a phenomenally good girl.”

  Tess came. The masochistic slut actually came the moment she heard it. Pussy juice gushed all over the expensive carpet. The sex sve hung from the hair he held her by and spasmed wildly.

  Rykard had tamed many submissives in his time, but few had started so utterly perfectly crafted for the position. It took a bit of the challenge out of training them, but it was also hot as hell. Variety was the spice of the bedroom.

  “You’ll have all of your holes deflowered before I even kiss you,” Rykard stated. “I’ll be using every fuckable inch of your body, Tess, and you’ll thank me for every bit of it, isn’t that right, Tess?”

  The corners of her bck lips twitched into a post-orgasmic, gooey smile. “Yesh, Master. This sve requeshts you ushe her however you want!”

  Rykard ripped open a gap into the Conjuration Realm. Tendrils of bck came out, wrapping themselves around Tess’ eyes, her wrists and her ankles. When the darkness took shape, it was that of a blindfold and bindings. “A relief tool doesn’t need senses,” he told her, before directing a final bit of the darkness to cover her ears as well.

  Quivering in excitement, Tess knelt there. Rykard left her on her knees for a few moments. He feasted on her uncertainty. He could see her blissful thoughts in every little curl of her hanging tongue. ‘Is he going to leave me like this for hours? Is he going to take me right now?’ The excitement was driving her mad with lust.

  Rykard stopped admiring the view when the heat of his own loins became too much to handle. He grabbed the head of the thief. In the same pulling motion that brought her down, he got up. Her comfort hole was equally pulled over his cock as it was getting penetrated.

  Rykard did not dwell in the heat of her throat this time. He was ready to burst, the show and the teasing combined with a nightly surge in desire to make him crave the usage of this new sex sve completely.

  Hard and fast, he fucked her face. Screaming vibrations around his cock urged him to use her more. Tess was built for this. Her neck bulged each time his groin met with her lips and the tip of her cute nose, yet she did not show a single bit of gag reflex. She was every bit as perfectly crafted for being used as Helenn was.

  Some women were just built to be relief tools.

  Forced to stay in her kneeling position by the rope that connected the binding of her wrists to the bindings of her ankles, Tess was nothing but a set of curves. Fat tits bounced, plush ass and extra thick thighs jiggled with every deep penetration of her upper lips. She came. She came and she came, while Rykard used her, making a total mess of the carpet like Rykard was making of her face. Her hair was dishevelled and gooey strings of precum and saliva stretched between the surrounding of her lips and his groin.

  Growling, Rykard picked her up by the connecting rope and moved her against the foot of the bed. The back of Tess’ head was pressed into the mattress by his renewed thrusts. One knee on the bed, Rykard pounded her throat from above, in a near vertical line.

  After several minutes right at the edge, Rykard finally pushed over it. His cock tensed suddenly, sending wave after wave of thick cum down the pale woman’s gullet. Pulling back gradually as he came, he spread the taste over her tongue as well. His cock emerged from her lips, still spreading his seed, pumping a few more spurts worth over her gorgeous features.

  Tess’ mouth was open, presenting the part of the load she had gathered. She stirred it with her tongue, until Rykard put a hand on her chin and closed her mouth. The non-verbal order was clear and she swallowed his load. “Delishiouuusssshhhh!” she screamed, still in the middle of her own series of climaxes.

  Rykard went to a nearby table. A pitcher of water and a gss had been left there and he poured himself some water. Once he had it in hand, he leaned against the table and watched Tess. As he sipped on the crystal clear liquid, the gothic woman went from a spasming mess to a merely quivering mess.

  It was too fun to let her wait to hurry up with the drinking. ‘Now what do I use next?’ he asked himself, inspecting the willing sex sve in profile. He had meant it when he said she wouldn’t have her first kiss until he had used every fuckable bit of her and he intended to cim those bck lips in the morning.

  Those plump thighs, her fat ass, the enormous breasts, and her two lower halls all begged to be used. How abundant her curves were was twice as apparent thanks to her otherwise toned figure. She was a walking embodiment of male fantasies and he was going to use that reality to its full potential. What else did he have superhuman virility for?

  The gss empty, Rykard got up. Graceless gasps of delight accompanied his new toy getting lifted up and tossed on the bed. She nded on her stomach and that made the decision of how to use her next.

  Hot-dogging his cock between the cheeks of her plump ass, Rykard thrust back and forth. He did it more for the sight than anything else. Spreading lubrication over her backdoor was a happy side effect. He would make use of that before long.

  He only lingered in the position for a minute or two, then turned Tess onto her stomach. Next up was using her thighs. Pressed together and made slippery from all of her previous orgasms, those meaty thighs did make for a nice and tight embrace. Things only get stickier with every thrust. The underside of his cock parted her bia. Tess threw her head back. Even this much was enough to send her right to the edge.

  Rykard had no intention to let her cum just yet. He moved his thrusts a little higher up. He was still enveloped fully by her thighs, still capable of rocking back and forth fluidly. When he slipped back down, he only did so to keep her right on the edge.

  Deliberately, he worked himself closer and closer to his next release. When he was about three-quarters of the way there, Rykard moved from her plump thighs to the main course of her fuckable curves.

  “These really are second only to Vyra and Hey,” the king said to himself and grabbed a handful of each of Tess’ tits. His fingers sunk in deep. His cock came to rest in her cleavage. The bound, blinded and deafened cocksleeve curved her back to give him better access. “I knew you were hot, but I did not think you would be such a good girl,” he groaned when she tilted her head forwards to give the tip of his manhood a venerating lick.

  Squashing her tits together like two oversized marshmallows, Rykard proceeded to fuck her cleavage. No matter how often he was enveloped by the hot softness of an endowed woman’s chest, it remained fantastic. Tess’ open mouth awaited the end of every thrust. She kissed his cock whenever she had the opportunity, sucked and licked when he lingered longer.

  All of that was given a forceful pause when she threw her head back and screamed. The orgasm he had been keeping from her exploded while he was using her huge tits. The sight and her spasming, combined with the confirmation that even her tits were as sensitive as he had dared to dream, made his own orgasm inevitable.

  The second load was just as rge as the first. Spurts rained down on her hair, the blindfold, and her parted lips. What did not nd directly in her mouth, she tried to scoop up with her tongue. Diminishing force behind the pumps spread the rest of the seed over her neck, colr, and tits. White on white could be surprisingly aesthetic.

  Cock still hard and two holes still waiting, Rykard did not dey. He moved to her rear end, completely undid the magical rope that had kept ankles and wrists close, and then moved her still bundled legs so her feet were on his shoulder. Gripping her plump thighs as a handle, the dom aligned his cock with her back entrance - and pushed inside.

  The unceremonious conquest of her backdoor made the cocksleeve scream. A wonderful scream, made graceless and loud by her inability to hear her own depravity. Not that Rykard thought she was the kind of woman that would have cared what kind of noises other people heard her make. The scheming thief of pacts and elegance that Tess was when she had her clothes on was not present. Here was only a sex sve with giant, pale tits and a set of tight holes.

  Rykard penetrated deeper with the appropriate care. Even a woman as sturdy as her should experience the first widening of her sphincter with a gentle touch. Then again, Rykard doubted it was the first time her backdoor ever saw a phallic object in it, he just knew that he was the first organic one to push into her.

  The heat inside her was heavenly. Walls all around pressed around the shaft going deeper and deeper inside her. When he finally bottomed out against her round ass, something inside Tess’ mind seemed to break. “Hot! Mashtahr! Cooooock!” she screamed, as her cunt released a first wave of squirting pussy juice.

  Rykard’s girthy manhood twitched inside her. The depraved sight only made him more eager to pound the night of her first submission into a hazy memory that she would keep dreaming of for years. A submission offered and a sexual svery enforced by pure ecstasy. “You’ll be mine forever, I won’t let go of a diamond that comes this polished,” Rykard growled. She couldn’t hear him, but that hardly mattered.

  Grinning and squirting, Tess was completely at his mercy. The in and out of her tight ass was short and shallow at first, but transitioned into ever harder and longer thrusts. Before long, the entirety of Tess - no - the entirety of the bed was shaking each time he rammed into her depths.

  Still, Rykard put more force into each plunge. It wasn’t enough to just pound her hard from orgasm to orgasm. It wasn’t even close to enough. He wasn’t done until her brain defaulted to think of the holes in her body as his free use property. He wasn’t done until she craved the merest echo of the night. He wasn’t done until every dream she had of what being a submissive was like was validated.

  Gradually their position changed. Rykard got on top of her. He pinned her ankles to the mattress at an off angle. From his perspective, the flexible rogue was just a pair of gorgeously long legs, her head, the stretched entrance of her backdoor, and the gushing pink of her cunt. One hand on her ankles, he put the other on her throat and squeezed while he drove down into her.

  Again and again he sheathed the entirety of his cock in her. The bed groaned under the assault. One piece of wood cracked, then the whole stted frame snapped. The bed broke down the middle, causing the mattress to bend into a ft V-shape.

  Rykard did not care. He kept Tess pinned and asphyxiated, hammering against her fat ass like it was the anvil he forged her bondage on. Tess did not care. She kept taking his cock, her multi-orgasmic screams managing to make it past even the tight grip on occasion. Neither of them cared. They kept fucking, kept breaking and surrendering, one turning a proud thief into his personal bitch and the other forming slurred pleas of being used.

  “Mas—--te—---” That was all Tess managed to get out, before his balls tightened.

  The third orgasm was somehow even more intense, even longer sting than the st two. Tess had been squirting before, but having the depths of her asshole filled made her run like a broken faucet. Ecstasy only began to describe the mess she made of herself, the clear pussy juices mixing with the sweat and cum already soiling her.

  Rykard’s field of view was entirely consumed by dancing lights for a few seconds. He had to close his eyes and steady his breathing not to topple over. The blissful shocks crackling up and down his spines were intense. Despite the sheer delight of it all, he could not wait for his climax to be over.

  The st, weak spurt of this orgasm was spread over her ass and thighs. Rapidly, Rykard wove a cleaning spell, leaving his cock as polished as ten minutes under the careful hands of his haremettes in the bathtub. That this also left it dry was no issue whatsoever. Fresh precum was already oozing from the tip and Tess was wet for three.

  Another tug at the magic undid the bindings altogether. Blindfold and ear muffs remained in pce. Her hands obediently stayed tugged under her back. Her ankles, Rykard took in each of his hands. He parted her legs, pinned them so her knees were next to her head. Her mons, fat, swollen, glistening wet and pink from all of the desire gathered in that area, were a visible third rise between the twin cheeks of her round ass. Huge tits were squished between equally meaty thighs. Tess just panted, hyperventited even, finding herself in the position every submissive dreamed to be in. She was helpless of her own volition, snugly pinned in the depression of a broken bed, ass raised, and ready to be taken.

  And Rykard took her.

  Parting her pink petals was a matter of ease. Tess was tall, her hips wide, and the tunnel of her pussy therefore not as constricting as smaller women often were. Still, it was a snug fit. Muscles all around her folds clenched, her entire being making an effort to grip his cock and never let go. Spasms made her struggle against his grip. Tess did not try to hold them back, even though she was able to. The submissive wanted to know her dom was stronger, capable of holding her down. It was only natural.

  Rykard pushed into her slowly, until he was past the broadest point of his shaft. Then, he smmed all the way down. Tess squirted again, spreading clear honey all over his groin and her rolled up midriff.

  From there, things moved in a haze. Rykard was every bit the same thoughtless mess she was, just of another fvour. He had no other urge in his soul than to pound her. Wet cps filled the room.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  There was nothing but the tightness of her cunt.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  Tess just kep on cumming. The cocksleeve was a toy made of pliable flesh and depraved dreams.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  Over and over again, he pulled out of her until he was barely inside and then drove himself back down to the hilt. It happened several times a second.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  The broken frame under the mattress was gradually turned into tiny splinters by the sheer depravity of the lovemaking.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  “Enshve me! Enshaave me! Ensaahve me! Enssshaaave meeeeee!” Tess screamed. It was a wonder she could even say that much. “FILL! MEEEE! UUUUUUUUUUUUUP!”

  Three words were all Rykard could take anymore. Unaware of how close he had been, he suddenly stopped deep inside her. It felt like his soul was leaving through his dick, except that he had already pounded a succubus and this sensation was only physically on the same level. The spurts of cum felt like a nearly uninterrupted stream, such was their quantity. He groaned and gasped, clenching her ankles to keep himself in position. His entire body was taut like a fresh bowstring.

  Tess was truly just quivering sve meat in those moments. From her still jiggling tits to the depths of her massaging folds, she existed solely to take his seed into her. A receptacle of lust shaped like a person. Rykard marveled at it with the two brain cells that managed to string a coherent thought together.

  Sapience returned to him with the suddenness of a smack to the sor plexus. He pulled out of her and managed to take a deep breath once the clinging of her cunt no longer held him in its grasp. Tess’ hips dropped, her limp leps fell onto the broken bed, and the remainders of the conjured sex toys disappeared.

  ‘Did I break the choker at some point? I can’t remember.’ Rykard thought while staring at the utter mess that Tess now was. Her mouth was agape, her eyes rolled up, she was quivering, shiny from all the fluids covering her and just all around the embodiment of the words ‘fucked silly’.

  It was perfect.

  Too bad that perfect sight could only be kept in his memories. The present moved on, one moment bleeding into the other with regrettable quickness. ‘Alright, let’s get cleaned up.’

  Weaving a rger version of the cleaning spell was done almost as easily as picking up the now spotless goth. Tess twitched one more time, before the fluttering eyelids closed. By the time Rykard had carried her back to the main bed, she had passed out.

  “Mhm….?” Miyo opened one eye halfway. “Done?”

  “For now,” Rykard answered and kissed her on the forehead. She wiggled her way into position, resting her head on his shoulder. Tess, on the other side of the king, was out cold and incapable of such snuggling. “Should I be proud of your patience and doubtful of my abilities that you did not wake up from all of that?”

  Soft and rhythmic breathing was his only answer.

  He did love that vixen.